Yoongi's eyes shut close as he appreciated the art dripping down the canals of his ears like sweet honey. He was used to the melody of piano always seeping and spilling into his apartment from the studio right before his apartment. Well, it did annoy him before but soon he felt getting used to it, eventually enjoying each tale it whispered into his ears.
The person, who he identified as a fair lady, played the piano, everyday, every night, with her curtains wide open as if she wanted the whole word to stop from all the craze and take a serene sweet moment to appreciate the art her fingers painted.
He watched her tiny body sway side to side, her quick swift movements speaking a language every single person would understand; emotion. With such easy and elegance, she laced her bony fingers over the keys of the piano, weaving a beautiful story within the melody.
Yoongi was curious about her.
